Worth it.

We went to the beach last week with our good friends. We had a wonderful time and managed to do some damage to our camera getting these shots:I think the damage was worth it.

Saturday

I happened on to this picture today of Jim and Lilly.

It's hard to remember her that tiny.

She's very grown up now and tells us that daily. She and Jim spent the entire day outside. Jim worked on the lawn and garden while Lilly played her little heart out with her new friend next door. She didn't have much interest in us today, her friend and pool kept her plenty busy.

At the end of the day we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows in our fire pit. It was a pretty good summer day. They wore themselves out completely and promptly went to bed at 7pm. (Where was I all day? I worked in doors, with a good nap in the middle.)

Our house is still a wreck, but little gems of a happy functional home are popping up here and there. I organized the office space and my computer is finally off the ground and in it's proper place. Some books are on a shelf and storage bins are put away in their appropriate closets. I have all sorts of grand schemes of design with new drapes, paint, crown molding and new lighting fixtures. It will take a long time to get it all worked out, but that's ok.

Happy second chance father's day tomorrow.

P.S.- My brother thought I was just a jerk and didn't care about Father's day. So not the case - I didn't forget at all, it was just such an insane weekend that it didn't get the proper attention it deserved. Just wanted to clear that up in case the rest of you thought the same.

Father's Day? Are you sure?

Word on the street is that last Sunday was Father's day. What? No, last Sunday was the day after we moved. Not a holiday in which I am responsible for celebrating the father of my child.


My friend Katie posted on her blog that she didn't have the greatest Father's day and it made me feel so much better. I kind of blew father's day in my house, of course Jim swears up and down that it was fine, but he's just sweet.

I am going to attempt a re-do this Sunday complete with Rita's Italian Ice and whatever food Jim fancies that day.


Jim has saved us every single day this week from his toddler and not-very-helpful-pregnant-crazy-wife. He has fixed things, planted gardens, worked on the house and yard, and saved us all when he unlocked our bathroom door. He has put together furniture, assembled things, done serious manual labor all to the sounds of whining women coming from his new home.

After Jim unlocked the bathroom door Lilly jumped up and down and said "you're our hero!" it was adorable. However, a few minutes later when Jim couldn't get the jammed door open again Lilly said "oh daddy's not our hero anymore."

Don't worry, it's so not true.

Just moved

We moved last Saturday for the 6th time in our marriage. This time was very different because we moved into a house that we own. There comes with home owning all this freedom and opportunity, but mostly scary responsibility that I don't want. If you put a hole in the wall it's ok because no one will charge you for it, but that's because you have to fix it.

Sadly moving and pregnancy don't mix. Pregnancy makes me...super crazy; and moving adds to the craziness making everything worse.

We're still trying to find homes for our belongings, which is always the most disconcerting part of moving. Where do your cups go and where should you put your shoe rack. Luckily, those are minor adjustments that require no tools or manual labor. I wish I could say the same for the rest of home owning.

We have been to the hardware store every single day this week for something else we needed. I already have my hardware store list for tomorrow. It's so bad that Lilly was begging me for a copper bolt last time we went, then relented and put it on her birthday list.

The wonderful thing about our property is the yard. We are set for summer with a fire pit, swing, play set (thank you Dymond family), sand box, kiddie pool, and grass. It will be great to have friends and family over. Sadly though, you're not invited. No one is aloud in my house for a long time. There is too much renovation, painting, furniture arranging, and organizing that needs to happen. It's ok, I have come to peace with that and I just wont let anyone inside until I am good and ready.

Determined

Johnny and Jessamyn came to visit a few weeks ago. I brought our booster seat to try and contain Johnny during meal times.

Johnny cannot be contained, or stopped.

I love my Johnny.

It's a Boy!

The Bichon Buzz

When I was a teenager we got our first dog, a bichon-frise. It's a little white dog that doesn't shed and is rather cute. One of the funny things about bichons is they do what is called a "bichon buzz." All-about-bichon-frise.com says "Once in buzz mode, the Bichon will start running frantically (usually in circles) at full speed throughout their home or yard...The buzz can last anywhere from 30 seconds up to 5 minutes. These sudden bursts of energy are usually not predictable and can happen anytime or anywhere."

I have noticed that Lilly is starting to show some bichon buzz tendencies. Every night as we make dinner she turns on some Bach and runs in circles over and over again until we tell her to stop or she falls over. If we watch her she wont go non-stop, but it still amuses me.



No, I'm not calling my darling child a dog. I just think toddlers can have similar traits. She would love a bichon.